Monday, 7 December 2009

Poetry too

Continuation from last blog. Poetry this time though.

'The day they make me gorgeous,
I want to just hang around.
Like a ceiling fan mounted upside down,
I'll only have 3 settings,
and all of them will seem to suck air out of the room'
-Gorgeous- Rives

'And then I'll whisper: "Hey.
The yonder is just as wild and blue
as people say it is today.
And you can't see,
but honestly I love you. I love you.
And I'm gonna keep you mine
like a crow loved to hold
an old telephone line, remember those?"

And you'll say:
"What, crows?"

And I'll go:
"Noo--telephone lines!
Remember? Back in the days
when the bedding was yours
but the bed was mine.
You remember that, Sunshine?'

'I wrote:
Just so you know--

My weird mind wanders and my brave heart breaks.
I've nailed some milestones, but I've made mistakes,
Cuz I got more faults than a map of California earthquakes.

I am taking a nap beneath your covers.
Wake me if you like me.
Wake me if you want me
Wake me if you need another poem.

Your once and future lover
has made himself at home. '

'I remember the first time
you named me "Good morning."

And how, the night before,
you considered my ceiling,
where the passing cars outside
cast their shadows and liquid lights
through the slats of my blinds.

You said: "Hey Romeo--
your CD player is skipping again...
but your ceiling's like fireworks for poor folks!"
And I liked that.

And I like your theory,
that men and womens shirts button on opposite sides,
So couples can get dressed facing each other.'

'And i swear to God,
If I could swear to God,
I'd ask her what the fuck she was thinking,
When she gave us free will,
cause we done fuck things up.

I stood in front of a mirror,
until my pupils became pupils,
and i could teach myself to live a better life.'
-Flashy Words-Shihan

If there is any time you can't find me,
Don't worry,
I'm probably hiding out somewhere counting my blessings,
mumbling something about sunshine,
wondering how much love i could live in a life time.

We live a love that God would envy,
And for her i would carry the cross for my own crucifixion,
If it would make her have more faith in me,
And i would hang from that cross,
And you could pierce my side with a spear,
And i would just bleed more reason to love her,
And i could die on that cross,
And you could bury me in a tomb,
And i would rise at the 23rd hour,
Just to show i couldn't go a day without her.

I would go toe to toe with eternity,
For the rights to her next life time,
Cause i was the only one made for her'
-In Response-Shihan

'I want a love that makes me regret how small my hands are,
The lines on my palms don't give me enough time to love you as long as I'd like to.

I fantasize about stepping out on a green light,
Just dying to get hit by a car,
Just so I could lose my memory,
Be transported to a third world country for treatment,
somehow fall in love with you all over again in another language,
just to see if it feels the same type love'
-This type of love-Shihan

'Who was king James?,
And why did he feel it was so vital,
To remove chapters and make his own version of the Bible.
They say Hell is underground Heaven is in the sky,
They say that's where you go when you die,
But how do they know?'
-Talib Kweli

"England, you have been here too long,
And the songs you sing are the songs you sung
On a braver day. Now they are wrong."
-Voices Against England in the Night, Stevie Smith

'Not in the hands of boys but in their eyes ,
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.  '
-Anthem for Doomed Youth-Wilfred Owen

'With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.'
-For the fallen-Laurence Binyon

'If any question why we died,
Tell them because our fathers lied.'
-Common Form-Rudyard Kipling

'Yet portion of that unknown plain
  Will Hodge forever be;
His homely Northern breast and brain
  Grow to some Southern tree,
And strange-eyed constellation reign
  His stars eternally. '
-Drummer Hodge-Thomas Hardy

If you're a mathematician then it's simple,
You count how many steps it takes for her to come upstairs to bed,

Count how many times your eye goes to the door when you're expecting her home,
When she says 'how much do you love me?',
Be able to answer her back to the decmial point.
Calculate the area of a heart using imaginary numbers,
And explain how a muscle the size of two fists,

Can expand itself wide enough to hold fast the heavens,
devise a formula for love,
Whereby the weight of your devotion squared,
Times the amount of times you have kissed along her spine,
While she is asleep,
Is equal to all the happily ever afters in then world.
And I could tell by the look in his eyes that he wasn't a mathematician'
-Steve Connell

'He told me,
I'm not allowed to get angry,
because I'm white, I'm a male, I'm sraight,..'
-Death From Below-Dan Sully & Tim Strattford

Ok, i've spent forever trying to get rid of the gaps..and i can't..sorry.

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